No longer a Shore virgin
Today, I transitted to Fromme Mountain in North Vancouver and did my first real Shore ride.
Simply put, I got my ass kicked. Kicked hard.
I managed to get lost three times, ended up backtracking at various points for at least a mile or two, carried my bike over obstacles as much as riding over them, and, by the two hour mark (not including the initial one hour climb), was totally disoriented and lost, had used up all of my water, and was feeling light-headed and about to pass out. Fortunately, I did eventually make it off of Fromme Mountain alive.
Next time, I’m planning my trip better.
July 4th, 2006 at 09:40
Don’t get lost man, Search & Rescue doesn’t have their helicopters because they’re off fighting forest fires. And if you’re not going to get bear spray, at least bring barbeque sauce. If a bear’s gonna eat you, might as well make it a nice meal for him, right?